#lakshya

Pairing: Amrit Rathod x Female Reader

Tropes: Elite NSG Commando / Civilian Reader, Love at First Sight, Mild Stalking/Protective Stalking, Height Difference, Rain Romance, Protective Hero

Synopsis: When Reader confidently decides to march down a quiet street in a crop top and skirt during a brutally freezing evening, she doesn’t realize she has an audience. Watching from the side of the road is Amrit Rathod, a elite Tier-1 NSG commando whose cold, hyper-focused brain completely short-circuits at the sight of her shivering in the cold. What follows is a quiet, meticulously engineered series of "accidental" run-ins, shifted training routes, and rainy-day rescues, all masterminded by a lethal soldier who instantly decides he is never letting her out of his sight.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This fanfiction is based on the character of Amrit Rathod from Nikhil Nagesh Bhat's film KILL, portrayed by Lakshya. It is a work of transformative fiction intended purely for entertainment purposes and is not affiliated with, authorized by, or endorsed by the filmmakers, actors, or production companies.

The rain in Palampur had stopped, but the crisp, biting wind rolling off the Dhauladhar mountains made the evening air freezing.

You were practically marching down the quiet road that bordered the edge of the National Security Guard (NSG) camp or what the locals call it- Palampur Cantonment, cursing your own optimism. You had left the house hours ago when the sun was out, confidently dressed in a black cropped top and a matching skirt with a gold belt. Now, the temperature had plummeted, and you were goosebumped from head to toe, arms wrapped tightly around your chest as your sneakers clicked hurriedly against the pavement, whispering a quiet "Oh god, please let me reach home fast..." to yourself.

A dark military utility vehicle slowed to a crawl just a few yards ahead, pulling over to the gravel shoulder.

The door opened, and Amrit stepped out.

He was in his full black tactical gear—the heavy chest rig, the 'NSG' shoulder patches, and the tactical boots making him look towering and lethal against the dim evening light. He was on his phone, his expression flat and intensely focused as he wrapped up a call, but as he closed the vehicle door and shoved the phone into his vest, his eyes swept the road.

Then, he saw you.

Amrit froze mid-stride. His breath caught in his throat, turning into a faint plume of white vapor in the freezing air.

To Amrit, the world instantly went dead silent. His highly trained mind, usually processing security perimeters and threats, completely short-circuited. There you were: a vision of soft, vibrant beauty against the bleak, concrete military backdrop, looking completely freezing in a cropped top and skirt. Your cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, your bare shoulders shivering violently.

It wasn't just physical attraction; it was a sudden, violent shift in his axis. A fierce, overwhelming urge to protect you, to claim you, and to wrap you up warm hit him with the force of a freight train. He stood paralyzed by the roadside, his dark eyes locked onto you with an intensity that would have been terrifying if it wasn't so completely filled with awe.

As you hurried past, you caught him staring. Your breath hitched too. He was incredibly handsome, his sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, looking like a dangerous soldier but gazing at you as if he’d just witnessed a miracle. You lowered your head, a deep blush warming your cold cheeks, and quickened your pace.

Amrit didn't move until you turned the corner into the civilian residential lane. His heart was hammering against his ribs. He didn't know your name yet, but he whispered to the empty air, "Tumhe thand lag jayegi... pagal ho kya?"

He knew, with absolute certainty, that his life was no longer his own.

Amrit was a man of action and discipline, but love at first sight turned him into a silent, shadowy guardian. He didn't want to scare you, but he needed to know you were safe.

Because his quarters bordered the civilian sector, he began adjusting his routine with meticulous precision to cross paths with you.

He discovered you frequented a small bakery outside the base on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. Suddenly, Amrit—who usually drank bitter black coffee out of a metal flask at the barracks—could be found sitting at a corner table in his black NSG t-shirt, reading files and stacks of papers, sometimes even books. His steely, focused expression never broke, except for the exact millisecond the bell above the door chimed for you. He would look up, tracking your every move, thinking, ‘Aaj baal khule rakhe hain… bohot pyaari lag rahi ho.’

His grueling training runs suddenly diverted down your residential street. He timed them perfectly to match the hour you walked back from the local market. You would see him jogging past along with his friends and other captains, sweat glistening on his forehead, looking rugged and striking. Every single time, his eyes would lock onto yours, heavy and loaded with unspoken words.

On nights when you stayed out late with friends, you would catch the faint, reassuring silhouette of a tall man in a dark jacket walking a parallel path across the street. He kept a protective distance, ensuring no one got too close to you in the dark.

You weren't oblivious. At first, you wondered if it was a coincidence. But notice by notice, the truth became clear: the handsome, dangerous commando from the roadside was quietly orbiting your life.

Instead of feeling frightened, an electric thrill raced through your veins every time you caught his dark, piercing gaze. You started dressing up a little more for your bakery visits. You found yourself looking out the window around 6:00 PM, waiting for the rhythmic sound of running shoes. You were falling deeply for a man you hadn't even spoken to.

The ice finally broke three weeks later at the bakery. The place was packed, and the sky had suddenly opened up into a torrential downpour. You were standing by the counter, holding a brown paper bag of pastries, realizing you were trapped without an umbrella.

"Mera le lo."

The deep, gravelly voice came from right behind you. You turned around, your breath catching. Amrit was standing there, so close you could smell the faint scent of rain, cedarwood, and clean laundry on him. He looked down at you, his eyes holding that familiar, devastating intensity, but his expression was incredibly gentle. He was holding out a large, black umbrella.

"Nahi, main aapka umbrella kaise le sakti hoon? Aap bhigh jaoge," you stammered, your heart racing.

Amrit took a half-step closer, completely blocking the cold draft from the open door. "Sainik hoon. Baarish ki aadat hai mujhe," he said, his voice softening into a low, intimate register meant only for you. "Par tum... tum bohot jaldi freeze ho jaati ho."

Your eyes widened as you realized he was referencing the very first day he saw you in the cropped top. A bright, burning flush crept up your neck. "Aapko yaad hai?"

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips—a rare, breathtaking sight on his rugged face. He leaned down slightly, his voice a rough whisper. "Tumhari ek ek cheez yaad hai mujhe. Jis din pehli baar dekha tha na... us din se hosh nahi hai."

The raw honesty of his words knocked the wind out of you. You looked into his dark eyes and saw an absolute, unyielding sincerity. You murmured your name to him.

"Amrit," he replied, his hand briefly brushing against your fingers as he guided the umbrella into your grasp. "Chalo, main tumhe ghar chhod deta hoon."

Under the wide canopy of the black umbrella, the world shrunk until it was just the two of you, walking slow against the backdrop of the heavy downpour.

Amrit held the umbrella shifted completely over to your side, ignoring the way the rain was completely drenching his right shoulder, soaking into his black jacket and t-shirt. When you noticed and tried to push his hand back toward the center, he firmly resisted, his fingers tightening gently over yours on the handle.

"Tum bhigh jaogi," he murmured, his deep voice cutting through the sound of the rain hitting the fabric above. "Main theek hoon. Bolo, kya karti ho tum yahan?"

You looked up at him, your heart doing a nervous flip, and started telling him about your life. You talked about your work, your family back home, and how you had recently moved to this area near the base for work. You even lightheartedly admitted how much you hated the sudden, unpredictable winters.

Amrit didn't just listen; he absorbed your words with a terrifyingly beautiful intensity. His dark eyes never left your face as you spoke, watching the way your lips moved, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about things you loved.

"Tumhe akele rehna bura nahi lagta yahan?" he asked softly, his shoulder brushing against yours as he guided you around a puddle on the pavement.

"Lagta hai," you admitted, looking down at your sneakers. "Par mere dost bhi haye-work colleagues more like aur ab aadat ho gayi hai akele rehene ki."

Amrit stopped walking for a split second, causing you to pause too. He looked down at you, his expression intensely serious. "Ab se akele nahi ho tum. Jab bhi lage, bas peeche dekhna. Main rahoon ya na rahoon, meri nazar hamesha tumpar rahegi."

Your breath hitched at the sheer gravity of his words. To lighten the sudden weight in the air, you looked at his broad chest and asked, "Aur aap? Kaam chor ke humare piche ghumte rehenge to desh ka hifazaat kaun karega? Aur ap hamesha itne serious rehte ho? Do you ever just... relax?"

A low, rare chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound that vibrated straight through you. "Sainik hoon. Hamein relax karna nahi sikhaya jaata. Training, drills, missions... bas yahi life hai." He paused, his gaze softening completely as it landed on your flushed face. "Par pichle teen hafton se, jab bhi bakery mein tumko dekhta hoon... mera dimaag shant ho jaata hai. Wo sukoon aur kahin nahi milta mujhe. Aaj taak laagta tha mere liye mera desh hi saab kuch ha-tumse milne ke baad pata chala ki wo saab chor kar bhi ek life hota ha."

By the time you finally reached your gate, you were completely under his spell. The walk had felt like ten minutes and a lifetime all at once.

You turned to him, suddenly not wanting to go inside. "Thank you, Amrit. Umbrella ke liye bhi... aur company ke liye bhi."

Amrit didn't answer right away. He stepped closer, right into your personal space, completely shielding you from the wet wind with his massive frame. He raised his hand—the one not holding the umbrella—and your heart stopped. His calloused, cold fingers gently reached out, brushing against your cold skin as he tucked a stray, wet lock of hair behind your ear. His touch lingered on your jawline for a breathless second.

"Ghar jaakar sabse pehle garam chai peena. Aur ye jacket raakh lo," he whispered, his thumb lightly skimming your cheekbone before he finally drew his hand back, shrugging off his NSG jacket and handing it over to you. "Kal milenge, Y/N. Yaad rakhna."

As he walked away into the rain, turning back just once to give you that heavy, protective look, you pressed your back against your closed gate. Your face was burning, and your heart was pounding against your ribs. You knew, with absolute certainty, that there was no turning back.

Over the next two months, your lives became beautifully, inextricably tangled. Your relationship was a beautiful study in contrasts. Amrit was a lethal weapon to the rest of the world, but with you, he was a gentle giant. He would hold your shopping bags with hands that knew how to handle firearms; he would pull you to the inside of the sidewalk by your waist, his touch heavy, warm, and intensely protective.

But Amrit didn't want just a casual romance. He wanted a commitment. He wanted the world to know you belonged to him.

One Friday evening, he called you to the roof of your apartment building. When you pushed the door open, the crisp wind hit you, but this time, you were completely wrapped in a thick, oversized black hoodie that Amrit had purposefully left at your place.

Amrit was waiting for you, standing near the ledge. He was dressed in his sleek, black NSG uniform, minus the heavy tactical vest. The city lights flickered behind him, throwing his sharp silhouette into sharp relief.

"Amrit? Sab theek hai na? Aapne yahan kyun bulaya?" you asked, walking toward him.

He didn't speak at first. He just watched you approach, his eyes dark and burning with an emotion so raw it made your knees weak. When you reached him, he reached out, his large, warm hands gently framing your face. His thumbs softly brushed over your cheekbones, tilting your face up to look at him.

"Jis din pehli baar tumko us sadak par dekha tha na, Y/N... lagta hai main tab tak sirf jee raha tha. Par us pal tumne mujhe zinda kar diya," Amrit whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Mera dimaag sirf orders aur missions samajhta tha, par tumko dekh kar mera dil chalna shuru hua."

Your eyes filled with sudden, happy tears, your hands reaching up to rest against his broad chest. You could feel his heart hammering wildly beneath his black uniform.

"Main jaanta hoon meri life dangerous hai. Is uniform ka koi bharosa nahi, kab bulawa aa jaye," he continued, his grip on your face tightening slightly, as if the mere thought of being away from you pained him. "Par jab bhi main kisi mushkil mein jaaon, main chahta hoon mere paas ek wajah ho... ek aisi wajah jiske liye main har cheez se lad kar wapas aaon. Aur wo wajah tum ho."

Amrit dropped his hands, took a slow step back, and slid his hand into his uniform pocket. He pulled out a small, velvet box. He popped it open, revealing a beautiful, polished gold bracelet—a sleek, elegant band meant for you to wear every single day.

He looked up at you, his gaze completely unwavering, carrying the entire weight of his soul.

"Y/N, main ab sirf tumhara peeche-peeche nahi ghoomna chahta. Main tumhara present aur future banna chahta hoon. Mujhse bohot mohabbat ho gayi hai tumse," he said, his voice dropping into a rough, emotional plea. "Mere saath rahogi? Be my girl. Mujhe haq do tumhari hifaazat karne ka, tumse pyaar karne ka. Will you be my girlfriend?"

You didn't even let him finish. You threw your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. "Haan! Haan, Amrit! Of course haan!"

Amrit let out a long, shaky breath—a mix of pure relief and intense joy. His massive arms wrapped tightly around your waist, lifting you completely off your feet. He held you against his chest so tightly it was almost hard to breathe, spinning you around as a brilliant, victorious smile broke across his rugged face.

He set you down just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your lips. "Ab se tum meri ho, Y/N. Aur main sirf tumhara," he whispered fervently, before closing the remaining distance to seal the promise with a deep, breathless kiss.

HIIII GANG- this is my second time writing on Amrit Rathod-pls don't kill me if you don't like it or something. I love Tulika-I do-but I love Amrit more-I have too many husbands and he is one of them AND I NEEDED MY BABY TO BE HAPPY OK? 🫠🫠 LOVE YOU PEPSSSS DO LEAVE A LIKE AND COMMENT🤍🤍

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